today my mother had a meeting scheduled with mr brown, but no one told him about it, so when she got there he was gone. so instead, ms sowell came and took my mom to the 11th grade office and she met with sowell and ms kirkwood. now ms kirkwood i think is a pretty friendly lady. at any rate she is fond of me and hugged me when i got my psat score. not only that, but she hugged my mother at the end of their meeting and from that you can see where this is going.
my mother talked to them about what i am going to do and guess who graduated when she was sixteen? thats right, ms kirkwood. she said "when i was in school this wasnt an issue at all! i dont know why anyone as gifted as her would want to spend another year in high school." she gave my mother the number of the woman at the board to determine if my gov school english would be able to count, but ms kirkwood said probably that wouldnt be a problem.
it is fairly likely that ms sowell will be able to sign off all this stuff for me and that we wont have to talk to mr brown at all, thank god.
it is fairly likely that the application to the university of evansville which i will give to ms kirkwood tomorrow for completion will end up in the hands of the dean of admissions who will proceed to admit me there for the 2007-2008 school year and by the 2008-2009 school year at the latest offer me full tuition for national merit. thank you. thank you.
thank you. thank you, thank you thankyouthankyou.
finally everything is coming together. i have my ducks in a row. o please, please let this happen.
19 March 2007
18 March 2007
spring break 07
no one probably cares what i did over spring break but i am going to tell you anyway and if you choose to read it then good for you.
on friday i went to lunch with bekka, newman, morgan, and neimeyer. it was a little bit of a mess but eventually we all got to los compadres and had a good time. i had to go because i was unexpectedly going out of town.
friday afternoon i left with lauren reed and ms nancy for pangburn, arkansas, population 654, to relax for a few days. we played scrabble and spades and team scrabble and uno and ate ice cream and went fishing and sat in the sun. the fishing was terrifying; i always thought lauren was torturing the fish because she wouldnt hurry enough getting the hooks out of their mouths. if i had to fish for survival i dont know if i could do it. but in general it was nice and very refreshing to not have anything i really had to do for a few days. i came home on monday.
on tuesday, i think, i drove around a lot with kristen and annebel and then they came home with me and eventually lauren huddleston came over and i made omelettes (because that morning i asked morgan what was in an omelette and she said "milk, i think" and so i just figured it out.) we sort of made crafts and talked about the potluck the next day and were silly and good. at some point they went home.
wednesday was my birthday. i woke up and went to morgans and she gave me smore pies and then went to the scribbler meeting. i snuck into her house for a nap and when she got back we went to mpc and then charlotte russe and then back to her house where we watched part of the two towers and made two types of chicken for the primavera potluck and headed to the neimeyer house. i got a journal from eileen and flowers from martha and ryan and a lot of warm faces and good food. we all decided to be models and took lots and lots of pictures. when it was over morgan spent the night.
in the morning we watched lost and i took her home. when my mother got off work she took me out for presents: troy, the prestige, another dress, green converses with starry starry laces.
friday i got up and packed and my mother took me and annebel to evansville indiana and the university of evansville. i cannot say how good it was. i went back on bread and chocolate for 24 hours because i am allowed to do that three times during lent. the drive was complicated but not too long (five hours) and when we got there we snuck around for a while on campus without announcing ourselves. we got in through the back of the theatre and were on the stage when the stage manager came in and did not ask us to leave. instead she invited us to come watch rehearsal for the comedy of errors, so we went to eat and then came back for shakespeare. they were really, really good. molly holmes, assistant stage manager, introduced herself to us and talked to us about the school and harlaxton and the theatre and everything for a good while and gave me her email address for questions, and another girl gave us chocolate altoids. when we left we went and watched 300 on the imax and then came back to the hotel to sleep.
the next morning was the open house, which we expected to be very contrived and not very real but it was only a little contrived. we met the german professor, the chair of the english dept, the chair of the history dept, the theatre teacher, the dean of admissions, and everyone was just nice. the campus is reasonably small but not tiny and the city is like a smaller, cleaner, more german memphis, even with a river on the west end.
my mother had a meeting with admissions people and they said they are much more generous with scholarships for freshman than transfer students.
the dean of admissions said i should not have a problem getting in for 2007.
the scholarship booklet said national merit finalists get full tuition and semifinalists get 75% tuition.
i started my application on the drive home.
mr brown you will not stop me from getting out of white station and you will not stop me from getting my national merit. that is the key.
on friday i went to lunch with bekka, newman, morgan, and neimeyer. it was a little bit of a mess but eventually we all got to los compadres and had a good time. i had to go because i was unexpectedly going out of town.
friday afternoon i left with lauren reed and ms nancy for pangburn, arkansas, population 654, to relax for a few days. we played scrabble and spades and team scrabble and uno and ate ice cream and went fishing and sat in the sun. the fishing was terrifying; i always thought lauren was torturing the fish because she wouldnt hurry enough getting the hooks out of their mouths. if i had to fish for survival i dont know if i could do it. but in general it was nice and very refreshing to not have anything i really had to do for a few days. i came home on monday.
on tuesday, i think, i drove around a lot with kristen and annebel and then they came home with me and eventually lauren huddleston came over and i made omelettes (because that morning i asked morgan what was in an omelette and she said "milk, i think" and so i just figured it out.) we sort of made crafts and talked about the potluck the next day and were silly and good. at some point they went home.
wednesday was my birthday. i woke up and went to morgans and she gave me smore pies and then went to the scribbler meeting. i snuck into her house for a nap and when she got back we went to mpc and then charlotte russe and then back to her house where we watched part of the two towers and made two types of chicken for the primavera potluck and headed to the neimeyer house. i got a journal from eileen and flowers from martha and ryan and a lot of warm faces and good food. we all decided to be models and took lots and lots of pictures. when it was over morgan spent the night.
in the morning we watched lost and i took her home. when my mother got off work she took me out for presents: troy, the prestige, another dress, green converses with starry starry laces.
friday i got up and packed and my mother took me and annebel to evansville indiana and the university of evansville. i cannot say how good it was. i went back on bread and chocolate for 24 hours because i am allowed to do that three times during lent. the drive was complicated but not too long (five hours) and when we got there we snuck around for a while on campus without announcing ourselves. we got in through the back of the theatre and were on the stage when the stage manager came in and did not ask us to leave. instead she invited us to come watch rehearsal for the comedy of errors, so we went to eat and then came back for shakespeare. they were really, really good. molly holmes, assistant stage manager, introduced herself to us and talked to us about the school and harlaxton and the theatre and everything for a good while and gave me her email address for questions, and another girl gave us chocolate altoids. when we left we went and watched 300 on the imax and then came back to the hotel to sleep.
the next morning was the open house, which we expected to be very contrived and not very real but it was only a little contrived. we met the german professor, the chair of the english dept, the chair of the history dept, the theatre teacher, the dean of admissions, and everyone was just nice. the campus is reasonably small but not tiny and the city is like a smaller, cleaner, more german memphis, even with a river on the west end.
my mother had a meeting with admissions people and they said they are much more generous with scholarships for freshman than transfer students.
the dean of admissions said i should not have a problem getting in for 2007.
the scholarship booklet said national merit finalists get full tuition and semifinalists get 75% tuition.
i started my application on the drive home.
mr brown you will not stop me from getting out of white station and you will not stop me from getting my national merit. that is the key.
13 March 2007
07 March 2007
important things that need to happen
[X] get accepted to the u of m evansville
[X] sendthe u of m evansville my stuff
[X] get money fromthe u of m evansville ($12k!)
[X] send gov school my stuff
[X] have a meeting with mr brown
[X] find out what i have to do this summer
[X] get recommendations to counsel
[X] not eat bread or chocolate (complete! success!)
[X] sign up for senior high wilderness
[X] sign up for writers retreat
[X] send
[X] get money from
[X] send gov school my stuff
[X] have a meeting with mr brown
[X] find out what i have to do this summer
[X] get recommendations to counsel
[X] not eat bread or chocolate (complete! success!)
[X] sign up for senior high wilderness
[X] sign up for writers retreat
04 March 2007
ROAM Party
on friday it was eileens birthday. at 215 school ended and the ROAM party technically began. there was supposed to be no driving at all. that didnt happen. but there was a long period of not driving.
eileen, morgan, ryan, martha, newman, bekka, will gratz, wills roommate jordan, and i stood outside school for a while sort of trying to plan but came up with nothing. so eileen and will and jordan started walking down poplar, newman went to fullfill some obligation, martha and ryan dispersed, and bekka and morgan and i went to my house. i got some clothes and better walking shoes on and switched to a purse with a shoulder strap. then we went to morgans and she got ready, then to bekkas and she got ready. we called eileen who then informed us that, no, she was not going to come to the scribbler coffee house, but she and her entourage would meet us there when it was over. we thought about taking my car home and walking to school from there, but there wasnt quite enough time.
we headed toward school and when we were passing the black gate we decided to get some backyard burger, even though we werent exactly sure where it was. we found it though, and then went to school for scribbler. when i got up to the corner theatre i remembered i was supposed to give annebel a ride (i am so sorry annebel) so i rushed out and got her and came back. plenty of people were there, which was good. eileen and company did show up but spent the whole time in the art room. when it was over i saw annebel off and morgan, ryan, martha, and i hid our heads in our coats and did nothing at all in the east parking lot. nope, nothing at all. nothing.
i took morgan and ryan took martha to leave our cars at eudora where eileen, will, jordan, and bekka were, and we abandoned wheeled forms of transportation for a while. we set out at about 8 or 830 down poplar. we went to high point coffee and ryan was inside and bekka was outside and they had a battle through their reflections. then we walked to the oak court but on the way stopped at some particularly firm bushes. at oak court newman met us and everyone fought with these big plastic yellow covers they put over the concrete poles that show you where the driveways are. we tried to do some of the workshop exercises from good time speech but it didnt work out so well. from the mall we crossed to the botanic gardens and wandered around in a field for a while and made a few puns and started walking down southern, then in a ditch at overton(?) park, then down into that neighborhood by there toward andy harpers house. on the way we encountered a funny bridge in the making or the breaking, and we went into elokins house for a little while talking very quietly because there was a sleeping baby. harper lives about five houses down from there and we met him at his porch and asked if he could come with us but he couldnt, which was expected. we all left him and his friend and i think decided to take the bus back to morgans. we stopped at a mcdonalds for a while whereupon we decided it was really not that far to perkins, and therefore we should go. so we walked and walked up highland to perkins, but bekka and newman kept going and went all the way back to eudora to get his car. when they came back he drove me, ryan, eileen, and will to eudora to get our cars and then we all drove back to perkins to pick up the rest of everybody. eileen and company went together but the rest of us shook it up. martha came with me, bekka with ryan, morgan with newman, and we all went to morgans house at about 130 in the morning.
after a little while there, eileen and company went to sleep, and the rest of us "made skin so normal" and very slowly got very tired, conked out on the floor at about 530 or 6AM even though there were plenty of beds, which we moved into after a little while. we all got up at maybe 10, and martha devised a very complex plan to not go to the scribbler meeting, so she and ryan went to leave a key out for daniel williford and then met me, morgan, bekka, and newman at gibsons. (eileen, will, and jordan went to buns on the run.) i couldnt have any donuts because donuts are bread, so we drove all to marthas house and ryan made lots of eggs. we watched this very absurd documentary about a man who taught shakespeare to fifth grade mostly-asians, and im pretty sure he was the devil himself. "does anyone in your family have a problem with alcohol? what about a drug problem? okay, thats okay, its okay to have problems, we all have problems, i have problems. SOLVE THEM."
martha (and ryan too?) had to do english so after we played with her dogs we left back to morgans. newman had to go fullfill an obligation but bekka and morgan and i lounged around and ate popcorn and pecans and various things, and then we watched once more with feeling, and then the beginning of the last unicorn. mercer called and reminded me of the english project id been putting off all weekend and we decided we could get started without tabatha.
at about 630 i took bekka home who was feeling a little sick, and i went to mercers. we got started on english and ate moroccan chicken, which was pretty delicious, did a little more english and i got a little hysterical with the lack of sleep. we ate ice cream and did a little more english and went to bed far later than i preferred.
too early in the morning we had eggs and ice cream for breakfast, watched the beginning of the producers, and worked pretty steadily on english for a few hours. we basically finished other than typing it up. we did the whole thing without tabatha and i dont think anyone has a problem with that. i came home at maybe 2oclock and watched some of air force one with my brother and then retired to my chambers and here i am. i hope maybe i can hit up youth group tonight. we'll see.
eileen, morgan, ryan, martha, newman, bekka, will gratz, wills roommate jordan, and i stood outside school for a while sort of trying to plan but came up with nothing. so eileen and will and jordan started walking down poplar, newman went to fullfill some obligation, martha and ryan dispersed, and bekka and morgan and i went to my house. i got some clothes and better walking shoes on and switched to a purse with a shoulder strap. then we went to morgans and she got ready, then to bekkas and she got ready. we called eileen who then informed us that, no, she was not going to come to the scribbler coffee house, but she and her entourage would meet us there when it was over. we thought about taking my car home and walking to school from there, but there wasnt quite enough time.
we headed toward school and when we were passing the black gate we decided to get some backyard burger, even though we werent exactly sure where it was. we found it though, and then went to school for scribbler. when i got up to the corner theatre i remembered i was supposed to give annebel a ride (i am so sorry annebel) so i rushed out and got her and came back. plenty of people were there, which was good. eileen and company did show up but spent the whole time in the art room. when it was over i saw annebel off and morgan, ryan, martha, and i hid our heads in our coats and did nothing at all in the east parking lot. nope, nothing at all. nothing.
i took morgan and ryan took martha to leave our cars at eudora where eileen, will, jordan, and bekka were, and we abandoned wheeled forms of transportation for a while. we set out at about 8 or 830 down poplar. we went to high point coffee and ryan was inside and bekka was outside and they had a battle through their reflections. then we walked to the oak court but on the way stopped at some particularly firm bushes. at oak court newman met us and everyone fought with these big plastic yellow covers they put over the concrete poles that show you where the driveways are. we tried to do some of the workshop exercises from good time speech but it didnt work out so well. from the mall we crossed to the botanic gardens and wandered around in a field for a while and made a few puns and started walking down southern, then in a ditch at overton(?) park, then down into that neighborhood by there toward andy harpers house. on the way we encountered a funny bridge in the making or the breaking, and we went into elokins house for a little while talking very quietly because there was a sleeping baby. harper lives about five houses down from there and we met him at his porch and asked if he could come with us but he couldnt, which was expected. we all left him and his friend and i think decided to take the bus back to morgans. we stopped at a mcdonalds for a while whereupon we decided it was really not that far to perkins, and therefore we should go. so we walked and walked up highland to perkins, but bekka and newman kept going and went all the way back to eudora to get his car. when they came back he drove me, ryan, eileen, and will to eudora to get our cars and then we all drove back to perkins to pick up the rest of everybody. eileen and company went together but the rest of us shook it up. martha came with me, bekka with ryan, morgan with newman, and we all went to morgans house at about 130 in the morning.
after a little while there, eileen and company went to sleep, and the rest of us "made skin so normal" and very slowly got very tired, conked out on the floor at about 530 or 6AM even though there were plenty of beds, which we moved into after a little while. we all got up at maybe 10, and martha devised a very complex plan to not go to the scribbler meeting, so she and ryan went to leave a key out for daniel williford and then met me, morgan, bekka, and newman at gibsons. (eileen, will, and jordan went to buns on the run.) i couldnt have any donuts because donuts are bread, so we drove all to marthas house and ryan made lots of eggs. we watched this very absurd documentary about a man who taught shakespeare to fifth grade mostly-asians, and im pretty sure he was the devil himself. "does anyone in your family have a problem with alcohol? what about a drug problem? okay, thats okay, its okay to have problems, we all have problems, i have problems. SOLVE THEM."
martha (and ryan too?) had to do english so after we played with her dogs we left back to morgans. newman had to go fullfill an obligation but bekka and morgan and i lounged around and ate popcorn and pecans and various things, and then we watched once more with feeling, and then the beginning of the last unicorn. mercer called and reminded me of the english project id been putting off all weekend and we decided we could get started without tabatha.
at about 630 i took bekka home who was feeling a little sick, and i went to mercers. we got started on english and ate moroccan chicken, which was pretty delicious, did a little more english and i got a little hysterical with the lack of sleep. we ate ice cream and did a little more english and went to bed far later than i preferred.
too early in the morning we had eggs and ice cream for breakfast, watched the beginning of the producers, and worked pretty steadily on english for a few hours. we basically finished other than typing it up. we did the whole thing without tabatha and i dont think anyone has a problem with that. i came home at maybe 2oclock and watched some of air force one with my brother and then retired to my chambers and here i am. i hope maybe i can hit up youth group tonight. we'll see.
28 February 2007
The One-Act That Wouldn't Die
ladies and gentlemen,
bang bang youre dead is going to district in three weeks. thats right! its not over.
bang bang youre dead is going to district in three weeks. thats right! its not over.
26 February 2007
big and little
-my mother has a new big money job
-bang bang youre dead went so well (and might go to district? what?)
-i got a 31 on my ACT
-the u of m and the state of tennessee now have no choice but to give me all kinds of money
-its pushing nearer and nearer to my birthday
-its pushing nearer and nearer to writers retreat
the big things in my life are going so well. and some little things too, like discovering charlotte russe dresses for less than my life savings, and having herr strugis say i was a trooper. some of the little things are not so good, like my history test and my english project.
i wish i would get my acceptance from the u of m so i could be sure. im also kind of looking forward to the "heres 7500 dollars" letter. now i can finally get a meeting with herr brune to make him sign a form that says i can go to college. you are not stopping me this time mr brown.
need to study whyyyyyy?
weathers warming up
less than a month till spring
-bang bang youre dead went so well (and might go to district? what?)
-i got a 31 on my ACT
-the u of m and the state of tennessee now have no choice but to give me all kinds of money
-its pushing nearer and nearer to my birthday
-its pushing nearer and nearer to writers retreat
the big things in my life are going so well. and some little things too, like discovering charlotte russe dresses for less than my life savings, and having herr strugis say i was a trooper. some of the little things are not so good, like my history test and my english project.
i wish i would get my acceptance from the u of m so i could be sure. im also kind of looking forward to the "heres 7500 dollars" letter. now i can finally get a meeting with herr brune to make him sign a form that says i can go to college. you are not stopping me this time mr brown.
need to study whyyyyyy?
weathers warming up
less than a month till spring
22 February 2007
helpless doorknobs
was really great. mighty good show, all. really. and the night of improv contained various priceless moments as well, eg, "coach morgan no!" i took a few pictures and kind of a lot of video on annebels camera so hopefully i can get some access to those soon.
YOU GUYS
I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND
BANG BANG YOURE DEAD
IS TOMORROW
WE WILL BE PERFORMING IT
IN TWENTY ONE HOURS
AND THAT IS NOT A LONG TIME
okay. freakout over.
kind of.
YOU GUYS
I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND
BANG BANG YOURE DEAD
IS TOMORROW
WE WILL BE PERFORMING IT
IN TWENTY ONE HOURS
AND THAT IS NOT A LONG TIME
okay. freakout over.
kind of.
19 February 2007
affirmation
- my friends are growing up.
- it is okay that my friends are growing up.
- i am growing up.
- it is okay that i am growing up.
- school is hard.
- but it will end soon.
- its all nice on ice all right.
(in other news, i have not heard from governors school since they sent me my acceptance. when should they be mailing me about anything?)
[EDIT wednesday morning: i got a big letter from them yesterday with class preference etc etc. good good.]
14 February 2007
looking up
valentines day is dumb.
but my english project is done and i get to go have chocolate with annebel tonight. i switched to the new blogger and now i have a picture of the most beautiful oh oh oh.
my mother just got a new job
that-will-pay-probably-about-$13k-more-a-year-than-she-gets-now.
but my english project is done and i get to go have chocolate with annebel tonight. i switched to the new blogger and now i have a picture of the most beautiful oh oh oh.
my mother just got a new job
that-will-pay-probably-about-$13k-more-a-year-than-she-gets-now.
12 February 2007
jaqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window
today was bad, o so bad. i woke up tireder (?) than usual and did my best to stay home but my mother said i had been out late the night before so i had no reason to stay home, which was true. the precal test was a disaster. the whole class cheated off each other but no one knew how to do it so it didnt help. in english we worked on writing our own APMC questions, which consisted mostly of amanda hamilton and i pulling out our hair and making frustrated noises. in latin i came the closest i have yet come to falling asleep in class. in APUS we had a pop-DBQ. jesus, i thought pop-essays were bad but this was a mess. economics was the most boring its been yet. i came home and sat at the television till five thirty and soon i have to do all those things i have to do.
but still, the weekend was good. i got up early saturday and took the ACT and had lunch with spencer, then for a while sat around, but i talked to bekka and we decided to rent angels in america. we have been trying to watch it for weeks. i told her we should drop by lenas party for a little bit and we did, but it was more fun than i expected. eileen newman martha and ryan were there and also eric and we ended up staying till about quarter to midnight, so we couldnt go to black lodge. thwarted again!
bekka spent the night (with no complaint from her parents!) and in the morning we had breakfast and she left and annebel came to use my computer. i found all my saddest clothes and took the dirt from my yard and put it all over me and darkened my eyes and wrapped my poorest looking baby doll up in a pillowcase and when annebel left i went to ryans house for the rome party with no shoes on. guest list: martha ryan newman bekka l-hudd k-ho hairston and michael. hobbit hobbit. hairston was rich and kristen was her slave. bekka and newman were whores. ryan was an animal tamer. i was poor and dirty. we watched two episodes of rome and kristen hairston and lauren left pretty soon. there was a lot of very good food. michael went home. martha gave us valentines candy (thank you). we went upstairs to the second living room and watched the man kill the gladiators and watched the senate kill caesar and watched the woman kill herself. martha went home and newman bekka and i kept saying we should leave and get out of the masson familys hair but we stayed until maybe 1030. i got home fully ready to be up into the wee hours doing homework but i just didnt. i was supposed to read kite runner and do two history homeworks and three precal homeworks but i didnt do any of those things. i went to sleep in a heap but it was a very good day.
but still, the weekend was good. i got up early saturday and took the ACT and had lunch with spencer, then for a while sat around, but i talked to bekka and we decided to rent angels in america. we have been trying to watch it for weeks. i told her we should drop by lenas party for a little bit and we did, but it was more fun than i expected. eileen newman martha and ryan were there and also eric and we ended up staying till about quarter to midnight, so we couldnt go to black lodge. thwarted again!
bekka spent the night (with no complaint from her parents!) and in the morning we had breakfast and she left and annebel came to use my computer. i found all my saddest clothes and took the dirt from my yard and put it all over me and darkened my eyes and wrapped my poorest looking baby doll up in a pillowcase and when annebel left i went to ryans house for the rome party with no shoes on. guest list: martha ryan newman bekka l-hudd k-ho hairston and michael. hobbit hobbit. hairston was rich and kristen was her slave. bekka and newman were whores. ryan was an animal tamer. i was poor and dirty. we watched two episodes of rome and kristen hairston and lauren left pretty soon. there was a lot of very good food. michael went home. martha gave us valentines candy (thank you). we went upstairs to the second living room and watched the man kill the gladiators and watched the senate kill caesar and watched the woman kill herself. martha went home and newman bekka and i kept saying we should leave and get out of the masson familys hair but we stayed until maybe 1030. i got home fully ready to be up into the wee hours doing homework but i just didnt. i was supposed to read kite runner and do two history homeworks and three precal homeworks but i didnt do any of those things. i went to sleep in a heap but it was a very good day.
10 February 2007
proof that im a copy cat
eileen "missed" class on monday because of history.
i "missed" class on tuesday because of history.
eileen got a macbook.
i am getting a macbook.
eileen made a tent.
i made a tent.
sorry buddy. ill try to develop some original thought : )
(that smiley seems really out of place, but im gonna leave it. )
i "missed" class on tuesday because of history.
eileen got a macbook.
i am getting a macbook.
eileen made a tent.
i made a tent.
sorry buddy. ill try to develop some original thought : )
(that smiley seems really out of place, but im gonna leave it. )
08 February 2007
05 February 2007
WHAT BINDS A FABRIC TOGETHER WHEN THE RAGING SHIFTING WINDS OF CHANGE KEEP RIPPING AWAY?
my fingernails are as dirty as my hair and id love to go take a shower but i would feel guilty for putting off my work any longer, so naturally i put off my work by wasting away on this machine. i have this economics project. i have this history test. im supposed to read the bible or something for english. i dont know what my latin homework is and i dont intend to find out because either way i wont do it because why bother when i have a 101 average? what really matters is studying history and finishing econ, but really those things dont matter at all. theres really nothing to say that i havent said before other than why the hell dont i skip school? because i never have, thats the answer, and its a bad answer. what are the repercussions? nothing in german, very little in precal, ms wexler will love me a little less because every time you are absent she loves you a little less, nothing in latin, ill make up the history test, but in econ the project must be in or i get a zero. i mean, i could drop it off. where do you go when you skip school? the zoo is free tomorrow. hah! its too cold. im too chicken.
03 February 2007
night time
i had a horrible dream, the night before last.
i dreamed i left town in an old van with three boys for a two week road trip, and i didnt tell my mother. i called her when we were already gone and left a message on her cell phone, "mom ill be home in two weeks," and that was all. on the road the three boys and i stopped at a hundred gas stations and never got anywhere, but we spent all our money buying useless things out of the little gas station stores. but the trip didnt take two weeks. it took five months, and when we were coming back finally it was just me and i was in my car. on the way home i stopped at a stop sign and saw my mother pass me in her car. i knew it was my mother but it was really hattie. she looked at me so scared and astonished. i realized suddenly she thought i was dead. she looked at me like i was a ghost, and i just kept driving.
it was so, so bad.
i dreamed i left town in an old van with three boys for a two week road trip, and i didnt tell my mother. i called her when we were already gone and left a message on her cell phone, "mom ill be home in two weeks," and that was all. on the road the three boys and i stopped at a hundred gas stations and never got anywhere, but we spent all our money buying useless things out of the little gas station stores. but the trip didnt take two weeks. it took five months, and when we were coming back finally it was just me and i was in my car. on the way home i stopped at a stop sign and saw my mother pass me in her car. i knew it was my mother but it was really hattie. she looked at me so scared and astonished. i realized suddenly she thought i was dead. she looked at me like i was a ghost, and i just kept driving.
it was so, so bad.
27 January 2007
22 January 2007
hey, college. surprise.
okay, so. i really really like william and mary. like, a lot. alumni? thomas jefferson and jon stewart. and st johns is... not so much. it just doesnt have what i need. so, slightly adjusted top seven, alphabetically:
columbia college chicago (chicago IL)
university of evansville (evansville IN)
evergreen state college (olympia WA)
kenyon college (gambier OH)
macalester college (st paul MN)
reed college (portland OR)
college of william and mary (williamsburg VA)
columbia college chicago (chicago IL)
university of evansville (evansville IN)
evergreen state college (olympia WA)
kenyon college (gambier OH)
macalester college (st paul MN)
reed college (portland OR)
college of william and mary (williamsburg VA)
11 January 2007
g-willllllllllllll
zxdctfvygbuhnijm,rbmoytgibkrcfyhgvyutfvhbnjwrqtuhuoinfy i just asked george williford to prom. in front of hattie kristen kristy chris jesse andy michael.
me: dont you need a jacket or something? its january.
him: not really, i--
me: willyougotopromwithme?
him: --what? when even is prom?
me: i have no idea.
him: well okay. why not.
me: dont you need a jacket or something? its january.
him: not really, i--
me: willyougotopromwithme?
him: --what? when even is prom?
me: i have no idea.
him: well okay. why not.
05 January 2007
lifelifelifelifelifelife
basically i havent been home.
on the third at 4 i went to dreamgirls with annebel. it was so good. then i went straight to mercers late new years party by way of ikes for sparkling cider. we played charades and both teams put derek as a category. ridiculous. i spent the night up till 630 talking to lilla and got up at 10 on the fourth to rub my eyes and drink orange juice before bbyd rehearsal at eleven. it ended at "five," which means it ended at like two and we watched americas next top model for a while and then i took kristen home and had my first experience with hydroplaning [badbadbad]. i was home for about an hour when eileen called and said lets do something, so i picked her up and we went to otherlands. the french soda, o so good. everyone there always thinks it has perrier in it but it doesnt. then we got in the car and dorve around for a while, stopping at the idlewild playground and black lodge and ending up at morgans. brett was there and morgan and i in my car followed brett and eileen in his car to this place in south memphis to watch trains, but they didnt come. i didnt know where i was and it was discomforting so morgan and i left to go find our way back to her house. we got lost and spent ten minutes driving on lamar, but when we saw an inn and an exit we turned around and a car honked at me. we followed "brooks museum -->" signs to end up at liberty land and get back on union and went to morgans. i had a ridiculous salt craving and we talked about white station and watched roswell and passed out around 330. eileen and i (and everyone i guess) got up at ten again on the fifth [today], i took her home to do something and went home for nine minutes to stick my head under the shower and brush my teeth and all that, then went to bbyd rehearsal again, from which i just got home. now its now and im home but at about sixish im meeting the phive-n-phriends at the paradiso to probably go to dinner because larn is in town.
most of my exploits this week have been short of what youd call adventure, but they were all exciting and worth the time. everything i do should be worth the time. i am feelin good.
on the third at 4 i went to dreamgirls with annebel. it was so good. then i went straight to mercers late new years party by way of ikes for sparkling cider. we played charades and both teams put derek as a category. ridiculous. i spent the night up till 630 talking to lilla and got up at 10 on the fourth to rub my eyes and drink orange juice before bbyd rehearsal at eleven. it ended at "five," which means it ended at like two and we watched americas next top model for a while and then i took kristen home and had my first experience with hydroplaning [badbadbad]. i was home for about an hour when eileen called and said lets do something, so i picked her up and we went to otherlands. the french soda, o so good. everyone there always thinks it has perrier in it but it doesnt. then we got in the car and dorve around for a while, stopping at the idlewild playground and black lodge and ending up at morgans. brett was there and morgan and i in my car followed brett and eileen in his car to this place in south memphis to watch trains, but they didnt come. i didnt know where i was and it was discomforting so morgan and i left to go find our way back to her house. we got lost and spent ten minutes driving on lamar, but when we saw an inn and an exit we turned around and a car honked at me. we followed "brooks museum -->" signs to end up at liberty land and get back on union and went to morgans. i had a ridiculous salt craving and we talked about white station and watched roswell and passed out around 330. eileen and i (and everyone i guess) got up at ten again on the fifth [today], i took her home to do something and went home for nine minutes to stick my head under the shower and brush my teeth and all that, then went to bbyd rehearsal again, from which i just got home. now its now and im home but at about sixish im meeting the phive-n-phriends at the paradiso to probably go to dinner because larn is in town.
most of my exploits this week have been short of what youd call adventure, but they were all exciting and worth the time. everything i do should be worth the time. i am feelin good.
03 January 2007
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